>> Adia: MORE DANCE PARTIES IN THE DINING ROOM.

MORE KID MOVIE SONGS IN THE CAR ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL.

MORE BURSTING INTO SONG AT BEDTIME.

MORE SONGS, PERIOD!

MORE PUTTING ON EVERYTHING IN THE DRESS-UP BIN AT ONCE AND PARADING AROUND THE HOUSE.

MORE TAG!

YOU’RE IT!

MORE KITCHENS FULL OF NOISE AND LIFE AND SCENTS AND OVEN WARMTH.

MORE SPEEDING DOWNHILL ON A PIECE OF PLASTIC WITH SNOW FLYING INTO YOUR OPEN MOUTH THAT YOU CAN’T CLOSE BECAUSE YOU’RE LAUGHING TOO HARD.

MORE RUNNING TO GET UP SPEED AND SLIDING ON LATE WINTER ICE.

MORE COZY ON THE COUCH WITH THE FAM UNDER A PILE OF BLANKETS.

MORE CANDLES AND TWINKLE LIGHTS.

MORE PUDDLE-STOMPING IN BIG RAIN BOOTS.

MORE CRACKING THE ICE WITH TIPPY TOES WHEN THE PUDDLES INEVITABLY FREEZE AGAIN.

MORE PORCH SWINGING WHEN THE SUN FINALLY HANGS AROUND LONG ENOUGH AFTER DINNER AND A COAT FEELS LIKE OVERKILL.

MORE IMPROMPTU BLOCK PARTIES.

MORE SCRUFFY HOSPITALITY.

MORE SPRINKLER-JUMPING IN REGULAR CLOTHES.

MORE FREEZIE POPS ON THE PATIO AFTER DINNER.

MORE, “DID YOU SEE THAT MOON LAST NIGHT?” MORE CHUNKY SWEATERS AND SCARVES TO BEAT BLUSTERY WINDS.

MORE WOOD SMOKE AND MARSHMALLOW-STICKY FINGERTIPS.

MORE LATE-NIGHT CONVERSATIONS AROUND THE DYING EMBERS.

MORE GIANT POTS OF CHILI.

MORE KID GIGGLES.

MORE GROWNUP GIGGLES.

MORE COMFORT.

MORE SILLINESS.